Sorna: Jake emerged from the housing complex with his rifle as he put on his jacket to reveal fifteen SUVs packed with various members of the island.

"Is this what you all did in your spare time?" asked Jake incredulously. "Prepare yourself to hunt dinosaurs?"

"Yeah," came the unified response.

"Well except for some of the scientists who have been itching to dissect and experiment on them," said Gerry.

"And just what brought up these feelings?" asked Jake.

"What is this, twenty questions?" someone said. A laugh arose at that.

"I have to put something down on the official reports back to base," said Jake. "They're going to want to know why what happened has."

"So they can arrest us for inhumane treatment?" asked Karrie, one of the few remaining mechanics.

"Look at it this way," Jake reasoned. "There's not a hell of a lot Ingen can do about it. These dinosaurs do not fall PETA's jurisdiction and if Ingen wanted to bring you to court for destroying their assets, how would they do it? The only possibly way would be to mention the dinos and at the moment Ingen is not about to do that. The DR Project is now officially, temporarily, no longer associated with Ingen in any way shape or form. Only recovering from the loss of Nublar is. So spill it. Why are you all so eager to hunt done the dinosaurs?"

"Because it's never been done before," someone chimed in.

"Yeah and because like you said, Ingen's sworn off this island. As a result, they've sworn off us and so until they recall us, we no longer hold any loyalty to them either," said Carl.

"Yeah," yelled someone else. "We've had no outside communications with Ingen for well over a month besides these recalls. They're not treating us humanely so we don't treat the dinosaurs humanely. It is transference, is that so wrong?"

"The dinos took over Nublar, we're just ensuring that that doesn't happen here. Preemptive strike isn't always a crime!"

"Yeah," shouted Gerry. "So can we get on with this?"

"Go nuts," said Jake. "I have to go file my report."

"You're not coming with us?" asked Jeff. Jake shook his head.

"Another time, bookkeeping waits for no one," said the scientist.

"Later," said Karrie. The moving posse rolled off leaving a cloud of dust behind. Jake pulled out his sunglasses and put them on as he moved back towards the operations building, the fully powered operations building. Somehow hearing that they could finally do what they wanted on this island, had prompted everyone to finally finish the maintenance of the geothermal power plant so they wouldn't have anything to interfere with their fun, or cause problems to get way over their head if all the dinosaurs broke loose. Jake walked up to the stairs as a pair of scientists stood there, one with a rifle, the other with a strange contraption and a crate full of ostrich eggs.

"What're you two up to?" Jake asked bewildered.

"Just relieving some stress on these failed experiments," said the first one, Billy.

"Yeah, this is a device my son made for his sixth grade science project, it's an egg launcher. He gave it to me knowing that I worked a lot with eggs. Figured now's a good time as any to use it," said the second, Mandy.

"And relieve some stress. Working day and night on helping embryo fertilization only to realize that your efforts ultimately failed thank to…nature," Billy. "Can get really annoying. Well not anymore, mankind strikes back for once. Pull!"

Mandy fired the egg and it went flying off. Billy shot several rounds at it, but failed to connect leaving the egg to splatter on the bridge over the moat.

"You're a lousy shot," Jake observed. The scientists shrugged.

"We've got plenty of eggs to get better with," said Mandy.

"And they're still destroyed anyway, everybody wins!" said Billy.

"If you say so, but I wouldn't recommend eating any of them," said Jake, no longer bothering about the waste of assets, what had happened to him? He proceeded inside where the only remaining scientists, amounting to no more than four, were playing cards.

"Hard at work huh?" Jake asked bemused. The scientists shrugged.

"We're just waiting for them to bring back a carcass for us to dissect," said one of them.

"Or better yet, a live one," said another. "There's nothing like testing a pain threshold of a creature that hasn't been around in 65 million years. The scientific knowledge that we can gain from learning all we can about these species is endless. Thing about the possibilities, improved defenses from diseases, getting a better understanding of our world, they're endless!"

"Speaking of possibilities, read 'em and weep, full house!" shouted the fourth scientist showing his hand.

The others groaned and threw down their cards in disgust as the scientist collected the cash on the table and grinned wildly. Jake prepared to leave when one of the scientists said something that made him stop briefly.

"Remember, I get first dissection rights on a living specimen," said the winning scientist. Jake sighed and continued off to his office. He entered inside and slowly began typing up his report to fax back to the offices in San Diego.

Official Report: #J77892, 07/27/93.

Geothermal power that had been offline since 06/16/93 has subsequently been restored much sooner than earlier prediction of 09/09/93. As such, electric capacity is up to 97 percent efficiency, well above minimum safety standards. The damage to the electric fence surrounding the raptor pen caused by a blow out on one of the tires of a semi, causing it to crash into it, nearly killing the driver and the rescue team, is still unfixed. Jeff Spaniel reports that while it may be possible to repair the fence with our current supplies, a complete new set of three high tension wires for the fence would be a better solution. Previous requests for a new set of cables have gone unheeded for the last pair of reports even though to obtain one from Indigo would take little to no effort. Some members of the team are contemplating going to Indigo themselves to get it using either one of the boats or the emergency helicopter we have here. Is there any opposition to this plan? Somehow I don't expect a response so we'll be going anyway to scrounge up whatever parts we can.
Regarding the morale levels, as of four days ago, they had sunk to zero percent I kid you not. However, events have occurred recently that shot this morale back up to 95 percent. The event in question is essentially the sacrifice of our morals. As of this writing, several teams have gone out into the island to essentially hunt down some of the dinosaurs. Yes that is correct, I said hunt down the dinosaurs. What would cause such a radical course of action you ask? It is quite simple really. You blew us off so we are blowing you off. Every attempt by us to establish contact with the outside world has been shot down. Not only that, but the only communiqués from you have been nothing but recall notices with no information of Ingen's current financial status and all airdrops of the current newspapers and essential supplies have stopped. You cut us off from all vacation time and then you completely left us in the proverbial dark about everything and it is that darkness that has consumed this island. I seriously doubt you're going to do anything about this anyway so this is really just a courtesy letter. Later, Ludlow.

Chief Researcher Jake L. Whitacre

Ingen Complex, San Diego: "Goddamnit," said Peter Ludlow. He tossed the report onto the table and held his head in shame. All around him, the other members of the board, minus John Hammond who had become more and more withdrawn following Nublar's collapse, were also reading the report.

"What did you expect?" asked Samantha Carter, another member of the board. "You left them alone on that island, recalled more than 3/4's of the personnel on the island, cut them off from all communications with the outside world, and didn't expect them to go mad? What was your rationale for those decisions again? Somehow seeing the reports from Site B going from bad to worse have made me to forget."

"We don't have the funds to allow for all the personnel on that island, it'd tip us over the edge. We cut off all communications for legal purposes so we can deny any and all knowledge of the island and in the event of cases like this, we can disavow all knowledge of knowing that it happened," said Ludlow.

"What're you suggesting?" asked Lucious Fox, another member of the board.

"We bury it," said Ludlow simply. "Let them do what they want, I don't care. As long as the embryos and at least some of the specimens manage to survive, then at a later date we can exploit Site B for all that its worth. Until then, it is simply not our problem because I never saw this memo, none of us did, and as such we don't have any responsibility towards that island."

Peter Ludlow took the memo and dropped it through a nearby shredder. Once that was done, he took a match and dropped it in the wastebasket. As the smoke wafted up, all the board members looked it at like it would one day be an act that would doom them all.

"Are you sure about this?" asked Samantha. Ludlow lightly shrugged.

"Ingen is my concern now, not one of it's out of control assets regarding a foolish venture that should never have been undertaken in the first place. I know that I am right," he said as he left the room. The others took one last look at the rising smoke before they too left the room.

"God help them," said Samantha before she left. "God help us all."

Sorna, two weeks later: Large explosion tore up the ground as a herd of hadrosaurs ran around terrified while several vehicles tore off from out of the jungle and chased them. They managed to isolate a single member of the herd and were firing at it wildly before the thing smashed into the electrified fence, causing electricity to leap all over its body. The creature stumbled backwards with foam in its mouth before it collapsed in a heap. The other vehicles surrounded it and the hunters got out and observed their latest conquest.

"Too bad it's not dead," said Gerry looking at the unconscious beast.

"Yeah," said Karrie. "But we've got its ID number, we'll be back for the ultimate kill."

"Yeah," said Gerry. "Well I think I've had enough fun in the past two weeks to grant a reprieve. Saddle up folks, let's go home."

As the convoy moved off, Jake stood there on the other side of the fence watching the spectacle with Steviesaurus.

"Not too shabby," said Jake to no one in particular. "Not too shabby."

Steviesaurus just looked at the spectacle with saddened eyes before looking at Jake with eyes that seemed to bore right through him.

"Don't give me that look," said Jake. "I've done what I've done and now I can only live by that decision."

The dinosaur continued looking at him, as if straight into his soul.

"No one knows what it's like. To be the bad man, to be the sad man, behind blue eyes," said Jake bitterly. "No one knows what it's like. To be hated, to be fated, to telling only lies. But my dreams, they aren't as empty as my conscience seems to be. I have hours, only lonely. My love is vengeance that's never free."

Jake trailed off at that as the convoy rumbled up to a halt next to him.

"Want a lift?" Gerry asked from his hummer. Jake shook his head.

"I'm fine walking, besides, she needs her walk," said Jake pointing to Steviesaurus.

"Your call," said the posse as they drove off down the road, happy over their recent hunt. Jake watched them go before looking down at Steviesaurus who was still staring at him.

"What?" he asked with a grin. "Speak up little one."

"Finish the song," said the creature. Jake's expression dropped and he just stood there dumbfounded at the creature.

"Finish the song," said Steviesaurus louder.

"No," said Jake, resisting the suggestion. "What's the point?"

"What about the final lines? When my fist clenches, crack it open before I loose my cool. When I smile tell me, some bad news before I laugh and act like a fool. If I swallow anything evil, put your finger down my throat. If I shiver, please give me a blanket. Keep me warm, let me wear your coat. No one knows what it's like to be the bad man, to be the sad man, behind blue eyes," said the little dino. "Do not forget those words or the message is not complete, you're getting half-truth."

"Or a half-lie, which is one I'm willing to live out at the moment," said Jake.

"Only a fool ignores the truth," said the protoceratops.

"There is no truth, when you make creatures that mother-nature killed 65 million years ago, the truth becomes relative," Jake said.

"And this is simply correcting that situation is that it?" asked Steviesaurus.

"Why the hell am I even talking to you? I don't have an issue with my conscience, not anymore," said Jake shaking his head vigorously. "Nothing you can say or do will change that."

"You're just denying your true feelings. Why haven't you engaged in any wanton destruction of property or assets? Everyone else seems to have," said the dino.

"I'll get around to it," said Jake.

"I don't think you will," said the protoceratops.

"And why not?" asked Jake.

"Because you're cracking up faster than this island is," said Steviesaurus. "If you stay here any longer you're gonna loose it and there will be no turning back."

"What makes you come to that conclusion?"
"You're talking to a protoceratops," said Steviesaurus. "And you're spotting pop culture references left and right. Cadillacs and Dinosaurs, the Who, believe me those are the first signs of a bigger problem and in your case it's a psychotic episode. In essence you will become like the dinosaurs you hate so much."

"If that's how it has to be-," began Jake.

"No!" shouted Steviesaurus. "Don't play that game with me. You aren't destined to die in a blaze of glory. You're a scientist, you are not a hero! Turn back from this brink you think you are destined to plunge over and take control of this island! Things don't have to be this way! The people on this island are not evil, they're just misguided, and you have to show them the right path."

"I don't take advice from dinosaurs," said Jake coldly. "How do I know you aren't trying to help the dinosaurs take control of this island like they did to Nublar?"

"You know the truth," said Steviesaurus. "And you don't want to admit that you do, but you do. But if you need proof, here's your proof."

Stevie's locket that hung around Steviesaurus' neck took a life of its own and looked like it was trying to escape from the dinosaur's possession. Jake looked at the thing bizarrely as it began glowing brighter and brighter. The locket snapped open and briefly showed Jake, Stevie, and Steviesaurus' picture inside when suddenly gallons and gallons of water came rushing out of it. Jake instantly found himself struggling amongst a choppy sea of water as Steviesaurus stood on a raft nearby.

"Only you can save yourself, and your soul," said the dinosaur. Then a massive flash blinded the area.

Jake suddenly snapped awake to see Steviesaurus licking his face. He looked around to find himself unconscious still outside of the Hadrosaur Pit and with the moon high above his head.

"Oh, shit," said Jake rubbing his eyes heavily. "Not again."

Steviesaurus just looked at him confused.

"You can't talk can you?" Jake asked.

"Yes I can," said Steviesaurus.

"Aaahhh!" yelled Jake as laughter erupted from behind him. Jake twisted to see Gerry laughing at him from in front of his hummer.

"I got you good that time!" he said. "That's revenge for that April Fool's Joke of your last year with that life sized dilophosaurus that greeted me when I woke up that morning. Revenge is oh so sweet!"

"Oh shut up Gerry," said Jake. He got up and grabbed Steviesaurus' leash and the two advanced towards the vehicle.

"So how long've you been there?" Jake asked as he got inside with the dino.

"Pretty much just right before you woke up," said Gerry. "It was cute seeing you laying on the ground asleep with your arm around that protoceratops, who was also asleep. When I arrived she woke up and tried to lick you awake as well. Very loyal that one," said Gerry as he powered up the car and it drove off down the road.

"Yeah she is," said Jake scratching her neck and trying to forget all that dream nonsense. "How come you only came looking for me now?"

"We weren't sure you were missing until an hour ago. With so few people on this island it's hard to keep good tabs on anybody, but I figured you probably were passed out right near where we last saw you and lo and behold you were," said Gerry.

"Yeah thanks for coming to get me," said Jake distantly. "Heaven forbid a raptor got loose and came looking for me."

"Yeah," said Gerry nodding. "That pen does need to get fixed."

"Which is why I'm going to Indigo," said Jake. "I've put it off for too long, I'm going tomorrow."

"Good luck with that," said Gerry. "It'll be good for you to get off this island for a little while, maybe you can finally get some sleep. Course I will miss tormenting you, but…"

"Gerry you have to come also," said Jake. "This island is warping all of our minds and if we're not careful we'll have a regular Lord of the Flies on our hands."

"I don't believe that," said Gerry laughing nervously.

"If you put a frog in hot water, he'll jump out immediately, but if you slowly warm it up he'll roast alive," said Jake. "The changes on this island are occurring subtle enough that we're not noticing it. But I can see the difference because I am loosing it faster than the rest of you and I can notice the difference."

"You said you're cracking up quicker than the rest of us, couldn't this simply be a delusion from your lack of sleep?" asked Gerry as rain began falling on the island.

"It's possible, maybe I am wrong," said Jake as he looked down and scratched Steviesaurus' head. At the instant he expressed doubt, the dinosaurs eyes rolled to look at him, causing Jake to shiver. "But even if I am, getting off this island could all do us some good."

"You want everyone to leave this island?" Gerry asked incredulously.

"No," said Jake. "Just the senior staff of you, me, Jeff, Sam, and Carrie. That ought to do it. We'll leave Stracken in charge because he seems to be the most sane of us. Together we'll go to Indigo, clear out heads, get what we need, come back, and hopefully things'll be different."

"Well I guess we don't have a choice seeing as you are our boss," said Gerry somewhat disappointed.

"It'll be for the best Gerry, believe me. None of us have slept much in the past month, this should really help," said Jake.

"Alright," said Gerry. "Alright."

Jake looked down at Steviesauru again.

"Well?" he whispered. "Am I doing the right thing?"

Steviesaurus was fast asleep and Jake just laughed as the vehicle sped down the road.